[Gold eyes track the gory smear of letters, a glint to the cast of his gaze that twists somewhere between hunger and intrigue — the human and the Noah intertwined. That had looked very close to the word survive. He doesn't believe he's imagined it, but there's no clue as to the cause.

Standing now in the doorway to the cold blue room, Tyki leans casually, arms crossed, in no hurry to accelerate this interaction toward violence yet. Jehovah's witnesses wish they were this hot(?)... but also, as if sensing that errant impression, Tyki reaches across the thread of Communion to see if the reception feels anything like one he's encountered before. A little clue.

Joonghyuk will feel it like a dark hand skimming the surface of his thoughts, fingertips prying for entry. He nearly can't help it. There's something compelling him to seek the connection.]

It should be obvious what I want, shouldn't it? We got the same lecture. We're all here for the same things. [He gestures between them, first to the hourglass around his own throat, then to Joonghyuk's, then to the room around them. Sand, resources.] You're a bit vulnerable on your own like this. Isn't there anyone looking out for you?